The bed was made and the straps were in place. Cooper stood at the door to Andy’s bedroom and observed the setup, feeling himself blush. Even a garden variety under-the-bed bondage kit seemed scary for the uninitiated.
“Here we are, I guess,” stammered Andy. “We can get started when you’re ready.” The golden retriever’s nervous boner was visible through his pants.
“Yeah, Yeah. It’s just… Can’t believe I agreed to do this.”
“Look, it’s fine if you wanna call it off. No hard feelings.” Cooper was silent, so Andy continued. “But if you go through with it, I promise I’ll let go nuts on me, after!”
The gray wolf contemplated the offer. It was nothing new, Andy had made the night’s plan very clear beforehand. Half a year ago he would’ve laughed at the offer, fully rescinding control to another did not sound like his idea of a fun time. But working part-time as a stripper did have a way of opening one’s mind to new things.
“I’ll fucking destroy you when it’s my turn,” he grumbled as he started taking off his clothes. Andy’s ears perked up and his tail wagged in response.
“You’ll like it, I promise! But if you need to stop halfway through just yell the safe word.”
“Got it. ‘Sprinkler’,” sighed Cooper as he threw his shirt on the floor, baring his impressive torso. Then off came his trainers, followed by his worn socks and trousers. Finally, he slid down his underwear putting himself on full display to his soon-to-be dom. He boasted the physique of a Greek god tempered with the attitude of a street punk, a potent combination that took hold of Andy’s mind and turned it to horny mush.
The wolf laid atop the burgundy linen of Andy’s bed and spread his arms and legs, voluntarily giving up control of his body to the eager retriever.
“Emery introduced me to this stuff a while ago,” Andy said as he closed the cuffs around Cooper’s wrists. “It’s a little intense at the beginning but you have to… allow yourself to enjoy it, I guess? I can’t explain it but you’ll get what I’m saying in a minute.”
“That old guy? Yeah, figures he’d be into some weird shit.”
“Hey he’s not–! Alright, we’re exploring new things. So what?” Andy finished cuffing Cooper’s ankles. “I like it, and I think you will too.”
“Fine, just get on with it so I can have my turn.”
Cooper’s grumbling didn’t seem to have much of an effect on the dog, who stepped back to gaze hungrily at the wolf’s bound body. Then, suddenly, he attacked!
“Gah! Hahahaha! Fuhuhuck!!”
Cooper tensed up as Andy’s dull claws made contact with his hairy underarms. The dog started slowly, stimulating the soft skin with only his index fingers to test out his prey’s reactions, seemingly satisfied with the results.
“Yes!” he exclaimed, tail wagging happily. “I knew you had to be ticklish!”
“Whyhyhy??”
“Tough guys always have a soft side.”
“Fuhuhuck Ohohoff!” blurted Cooper, feeling himself start to blush.
“Oh now you’re really gonna get it!” His claws trailed down along Cooper’s ribcage, expertly applying pressure in random spots just to make their descent that bit more torturous.
The straps wouldn’t give, even as the wolf pulled on them with all his might. He was used to being in control and losing that control was an entirely new sensation for him. It was frustrating, panic-inducing and… liberating. He found that there was a certain sense of freedom that came with being tied up and at the mercy of someone he trusted, even if that someone used his predicament to tickle his sensitive, exposed body.
Then an electric sensation struck him! Andy moved from poking his ribs to scribbling his claws over his tummy!
“Did I find your sweet spot, Coop?” teased Andy, clawing circles around the wolf’s ticklish belly button.
“GAHAHAHA!!”
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”
The dog attacked the soft skin around the small hollow before spreading out and wiggling his fingers over Cooper’s toned abdominals. The wolf went hysterical. Nothing cohesive came out of his maw other than screaming laughter and a jumbled string of swears. He convulsed from side to side, trying to twist himself over to cover his ticklish tummy but the straps did their job. He got dangerously close to breathlessness before his torturer finally showed mercy and stopped. He had no idea he was anywhere near this ticklish.
“You okay, Coop? I didn’t overdo it, did I?”
Cooper wanted to say yes. He was sweaty, out of breath, and his sides hurt from laughing… But his cock was hard as a rock, something he hadn’t really noticed before. In retrospect, the whole thing did feel kind of good. Even the thought of Andy continuing to torture him felt more appealing now than it did before. A part of him wanted to find out just how ticklish he was and for how long he could take it. Just as he was about to say the safe word, he glanced at the dog and saw genuine concern in his face as opposed to merciless sadism. That look of concern was enough to dissuade him, because he knew then that Andy would not take things too far out of his comfort zone without his consent.
“It’s alright. It actually wasn’t that bad, heh,” he admitted, feeling his cheeks flush once more. This seemed to catch Andy off-guard. No doubt he was expecting his playmate’s initial reaction to be a lot more apprehensive. Cooper continued. “I just didn’t know I was so damn ticklish! Then again, no one’s tickled me in ages.”
“I know what you mean. It was like that for me too, on my first time,” Andy bashfully admitted.
“I’ll see just how much I can make you squeal when it’s my turn on top.”
“Ooh! Big talk coming from the current ticklee!”
“What the fuck is a tickl– EEHEHEHEHE?!!”
He was plunged into ticklish agony once again as Andy attacked his inner thighs with gusto. While not quite as sensitive as his tummy, his thighs provided a different kind of ticklish sensation, one layered with sensual pleasure. Cooper’s shaft twitched with every squeeze and leaked a dollop of pre-cum each time Andy’s claws prodded close to his genitals. Through his teary eyes he could see the dog gazing at his cock hungrily.
When he could no longer contain himself, Andy moved his assault to the wolf’s genitals, holding his cock in place while scribbling the exposed glans with his claws. White hot sensations rammed their way up along Cooper’s spine and burst out to his every nerve ending setting them ablaze with panic. He convulsed with such desperate vigor that Andy had to sit on his legs to hold him still for more cock tickling.
“Wow, I’ve never seen you leak so much!” teased Andy, now tickling under Cooper’s balls in addition to his cockhead. To the wolf, it was clear that this wasn’t Andy’s first time performing genital tickling. The dulled claws darted around their targets, prodding and scratching seemingly at random but still deliberately hitting all of Cooper’s panic spots. Near the opening of his urethra, just below the glans, the small furred spot behind his balls… All of them were maddening but paradoxically exciting. Tickling was pleasure. Torture was bliss.
Once he’d delivered a sufficiently intense dose of tickling to Cooper’s cock and balls, Andy decided to explore a little more. He kneeled near the end of the bed.
“I know this is a little weird to say but… Your paws are kinda cute.”
Before Cooper could process the compliment, his train of thought was derailed by new jolts of ticklish sensation coming from his feet. Andy went all out on his new targets, showing no mercy to the wolf’s soles. He seemed especially fond of Cooper’s pink paw pads as that’s where his claws seemed to drift to most often.
“Ahahaha Y-You’re soho fuhucking weheheird!!” Cooper eventually managed to blurt out.
“I’m weird?! You almost came just from tickling!”
“You tohouched my dihihick!”
“Yeah but I didn’t jerk you off or anything. Just tickled you.”
Andy stopped him from answering that as he expanded his area of coverage from the paw-pads to the entire bottoms of the wolf’s feet, rending a reinvigorated torrent of laughter from poor Cooper. He tickled the paws from heel to toes, and everything in between. Scratching Coop’s heels resulted in cute snickering, prodding his arches made him giggle like an idiot and jamming fingers under his toes forced him to squeal and beg.
“SPRINKLER! SPRINKLER!”
Not a second after he heard the safeword, Andy ceased tickling Cooper’s paws and checked in on him. He was panting deeply, covered in sweat and blushing profusely. His boner hadn’t gone away.
“You okay? Wanna call it quits?”
“Not yet,” the wolf said in-between labored breaths. “Just need a breather.”
“You sure you wanna go again? Don’t think you have the stamina, Coop,” chirped Andy with a smug grin.
“What? Bitch, I can go all night! Besides, I haven’t cum yet.”
Andy looked at his friend’s throbbing erection and cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? You sure you want me to tickle the nut out of you? It gets like… real intense after that.”
“Try me,” grinned Coop.
Andy didn’t need to hear anymore. Having Cooper’s consent to go all-out, he launched a ferocious, full-scale, tickle assault on his naked body. Every single potential tickle spot was stimulated time and time again. Everything from the wolf’s armpits, sides, abs, thighs and feet to more unusual spots like the neck, behind the knees and even the inside of his ears.
Throughout the ever-shifting torture, there was a single constant: dick tickling. An unbearable amount of dick tickling. Andy seemingly couldn’t leave Cooper’s throbbing cock alone for long. Claws, feathers, electric toothbrushes, even the occasional tongue were all used to drive the wolf mad with ticklish lust. He couldn’t stand it when the rapidly spinning heads of an electric toothbrush made contact with his swollen glands or when a pair of soft plumes was slowly dragged up the underside of his length. The sensations made him scream and howl but never say the safe word, owing to the fact that he loved every second of the treatment.
At some point, Andy decided to attack his belly button by inserting the electric toothbrush into that exposed hollow. Cooper exploded with laughter.
“PLEHEHESE! I–I CAHAHAN’T!” he begged.
“Aww, ticklish belly button, Coop?”
“YEHEAHAHA!!”
The wolf never even thought belly buttons could be ticklish. Safe to say he was learning that the hard way by having his own innie ravaged with motorized bristles. It made his abs contract and his chest heave with fast breaths and forced guffaws.
He felt close to the edge. The electric toothbrush was unbearable, and a set of claws scribbled over his cock head. He felt the familiar buildup of an orgasm in his loins which were already tingling with ticklish pleasure. Arching his back, he let out a shrill howl, brain shutting off all sensations except the explosion of bliss that spread out and relaxed his muscles.
“Holy shit…” he said with heavy eyelids. “That was ama– Ah. AH! AAAHAHAHAHA!”
The torture wasn’t stopping! An electric sensation coming from his cock overwhelmed him and rejuvenated his wild struggles against the straps. It was the electric toothbrush again! The retriever held the spinning bristles right up to his glans!
“FUHUHUCK!! AHAHAHNDYHYHY!!” he screamed, crying with pained laughter.
“I don’t hear the safe word~” cooed the dog, now tickling the wolf’s scrotum in addition to his glans. “You sure you want me to stop? Just say ‘sprinkler’”. Cooper could only laugh in response, blushing profusely. “No safe word, no breaks.”
And so the unbearable torture continued, well after the wolf had reached his climax. His overtaxed nerves were not spared from the dog’s ticklish wrath as they were abused all throughout his afterglow and well beyond that. Even then, it wasn’t enough to satisfy Andy, who started tickling other spots in addition to Coop’s genitals! He started at his feet using his free hand, before moving up and tickling his armpits with the electric toothbrush, but eventually settled on scribbling his claws over the tired wolf’s tummy and occasionally poking into his belly button while using feathers, the toothbrush or a combination of both on his cock and balls.
Cooper started feeling lightheaded. Knowing that he couldn’t take any more, he used what little air he still had in his lungs to shout the safe word.
“SPRINKLER!!!”
And it was over. Finally.
When Andy undid the straps and helped him sit up, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. His face was flushed, streaked with tears, and his whole body was damp with sweat. His fur was scruffy. (Scruffier than usual, at least.) Despite this, he felt fantastic. Tired, but fantastic.
“I’d ask if you’ve enjoyed yourself but I think I know the answer,” Andy asked with a sly grin plastered on his snout.
“You asshole,” he pulled the dog into a hug, surprising him. He found himself in a rather friendly mood. “I did enjoy it. So, uh. Thanks… For convincing me to try it out.”
“Thanks for letting me tie you up and tickle you half to death!” joked Andy. They shared a laugh.
“Alright! Your turn, now!” ordered Cooper, tail wagging.
“Don’t wanna rest up for a bit?”
“Nope.”
Cooper learned plenty of things about himself that evening. For one, he learned that he was extremely ticklish and that he loved having his weakness exploited by someone whom he trusted. But also that reciprocating the treatment filled him with sadistic glee. He learned the latter while digging his fingers into Andy’s armpits, eliciting sharp giggles from the retriever.
He had tied him in the same way he had been tied up himself before, naked, with the addition of a blindfold over his eyes. Andy had requested that bit himself, funnily enough. This made sure that all of the canine’s sensitive spots were out in the open and waiting to be toyed with, just like his had been before.
“Heheheh! C-Cooper!! It tihicklehes!”
“It does, doesn’t it? You tickled me plenty, too,” grinned Cooper. “Payback time!” He attacked the dog’s torso, a fair bit flabbier and chubbier than his own, but still firm and buttery enough to dig into with ease. His style of tickling was a lot less calculated than Andy’s but a lot more vicious. His claws darted around from spot to spot, spreading the golden yellow fur and stimulating the sensitive nerves underneath. At any given time there were at least two different spots being tormented: pits and sides, ribs and tummy, neck and belly button. This type of randomness was extremely effective at making Andy laugh, doubtlessly aided by his lack of sigh and therefore knowledge of where the next strike would be.
Each time he found a sweet spot, he focused on it. After exploring for a while, he found Andy’s hairless pits and tender sides to be more reactive than the rest of his torso so that’s where he concentrated his attack. Tears of laughter rolled down from below Andy’s blindfold, signaling to Cooper just how effective the torture was.
“Plehehease!!” begged Andy.
“Safe word?”
“Plehehese stahahap!”
“No safe word, no breaks,” Cooper took hold of his submissive’s erection and began tickling the glans with his claws. “Laugh it up, Oleander.” The dog went wild, pulling on his cuffs while trying to roll over in order to protect his ticklish dick.
“OH CRAHAHAP!! C-COOPEHEHER!!” Andy scream-laughed.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s ticklish on his dick!”
Cooper felt weird saying that, but it was fun to tease! The treatment he had willingly subjected himself to earlier had left him feeling more uninhibited than usual. He stopped tickling Andy’s genitals and moved down to his thighs.
He squeezed them.
“Hehehehe!”
Lower again, he prodded Andy behind his knees.
“Hahahaha, Coohoohoop!!”
And then he went even lower… to his feet.
“GAAHAHAH SHITSHITSHITSHIHIHIT!!”
Jackpot. He’d found the motherlode. The ticklish bane of Andy’s existence. His paws. Up until then, the dog’s laughter had always been somewhat sensual in nature, like a bratty submissive getting in trouble on purpose just to enjoy his punishment. Now it was full-blown panicked laughter. Unorganized chortles and guffaws propelled forward by involuntary screams. He shook so much that Cooper worried he might damage the bed frame.
He tickled the bottoms of Andy’s paws in much the same manner that he had tickled him until then, poking and scratching at random until he found the sweetest spots. Only now everywhere was a sweet spot! From the heels to the pads, from under the arches to in-between the toes, any touch anywhere elicited the same shrill laughter and feral struggling from the bound retriever.
“Holy fuck! Guess it’s safe to say these are your worst spots,” teased Cooper.
Andy couldn’t answer, obviously, Cooper guessed he couldn’t even think, judging by his reactions. Despite this, one thing was apparent: the dog still hadn’t gone soft, his raging erection throbbing in rhythm with his accelerated heartbeat.
The kinky bastard is loving this, the wolf thought. He then looked down at his own throbbing hard-on. Heh. Like I’m one to talk.
Then he remembered all the tools Andy had used on him. A few hours ago, he wouldn’t have seen an electric toothbrush as an object of sexual use, but now, when he held one in his hand, those spinning bristles looked perfect to jam under the dog’s toes, so that’s what he did! Admittedly, there wasn’t that much of a difference in Andy’s reactions. His nervous system was already pretty much maxed out. If anything, the length of the torment only caused his struggles to slow down due to tiredness. That didn’t matter much to Cooper, though. He still hadn’t heard the safe word.
He spent the better part of the next hour tickling the golden retriever’s feet with everything at his disposal. When he exhausted his arsenal of tools, he resorted to scavenging whatever looked tickly enough from around Andy’s house. A hairbrush, a grooming glove and even a pair of forks were used on the pup’s sensitive soles. The dog was an incoherent mess, barely able to form words amidst the violent fits of laughter, blindfold soaked in tears. But he still hadn’t uttered the safe word.
Cooper was having the time of his life. Who knew having a willing victim to tickle-torture could be so much fun! He decided to reward the dog by jerking him off while continuing to tickle his feet with his free hand. By then, Andy’s dick was on hair-trigger, causing it to shoot its pent up load just a few strokes in, coating his yellow fur in white seed.
Neither of them expected the torture to stop after Andy came, not after he’d done the same to Cooper, so on it went. His feet were tickled through the entire length of orgasm and only when he fell into silent laughter did his torturer finally leave his paws alone in favor of tormenting his other spots. The wolf went back to the torso and delivered a nice, healthy dose of post-orgasm tickling to Andy’s pits and sides, even going as far as using the various tools available to him.
“C-COOP! COOHOOHOOHOOP!!”
“Safe word?”
“HAHAHAHA!!”
“Good boy.”
Cooper switched spots again, this time to Andy’s spent genitals. He pressed the head of the electric toothbrush against the glans, just like how the dog had done to him, and tickled under his balls and perineum with the claws of his free hand. Andy didn’t have the energy to fight back, anymore, instead resigning himself to screaming with laughter, powerless to stop the torture.
The wolf, on the other hand, was as excited as ever. Almost unconsciously, he masturbated to a powerful release that coated Andy’s already seed-soaked fur in more cum. And then, finally, he was done. He stopped tickling Andy.
Both canines were exhausted, sweaty, and immensely satisfied.
“That was amazing…” mumbled Andy as Cooper released him from the bondage and helped him sit. “You’re relentless, you know that?”
“Heh. Guess I got a little carried away. Sorry about that, but you didn’t say the safe word either!”
Andy grinned. “I’ve been… kinda building up resistance to it. So I can take a shitload of tickling.”
“Gosh you’re a freak.”
“Thank you!”
“But–” Cooper stammered, embarrassed. “I did like it a lot. Like… More than I expected to.”
“Told you that you would!” beamed Andy as he leaned in for a kiss before recoiling back.
“What?” asked the wolf.
“You need a shower.”
Cooper laughed. “So do you!”